Kate released her hair from the curling iron, and gave it a heavy spray down to lock in the ringlet curls. Her thin hair didn't hold curls very well. It only complied with her flat iron. The reflection she saw seemed unusual to even herself. She didn't wear makeup frequently, only when she felt like it for fun, but now she donned golden-brown smokey eye makeup, and a smear of glittery pink lip-gloss.

Kate was rarely the "distraction of the operation", as Jace called it. Isabelle was usually the one who lured the demons into the traps the team laid for them. Of course, she didn't look anything like Isabelle in the willowy girl's beautiful white dress. No, Kate donned a glittery gold top, a leather jacket, and torn stonewashed jean shorts. She wore dark black patterned tights to hide the runes that danced along on her legs.

Jace entered her room just as she finished wrestling the black boots onto her feet. He smirked, and teased,

"How much for the night?"

"$85, no family discount."

In a conversation, a majority of the "normal" teenagers of New York would give odd looks to things like that being said, but the majority also didn't have the same dry humor that Jace and Kate had.

"All joking aside, please stay away from dark alleyways. I don't think your brother will be pleased if he found out you were snatched up to be a hooker, and the last thing we need is for my face to get damaged." He told her earnestly. Kate only snickered, tucking in the final strap on her boot.

"Come in for anything specific, or just to see me look entirely different?"

"You look different, but I wouldn't say entirely different. You're still the same Katy that came to the Institute however many years ago. You just have on a very convincing disguise. It's honestly rather odd seeing you not wearing pajama pants," Jace remarked. He grasped her stele from the tiny shelf by the door and tossed the rose-gold-colored steel towards her. She clapped her hands together and caught the stele between her palms. Kate stood up and slid her stele up her jacket sleeve. "Is everyone else ready?" she asked. Jace nodded, and turned to lead the way out of her room.

Hana, Jace, and Alec all dressed in black, allowing Isabelle and Kate to act as traps for the demons. They scoped out the room, Jace, Alec, and Hana opted to spread along the club, while Kate and Isabelle took to dancing through, looking for the intruder in the human world. Kate wandered over to the DJ's table, the cool blades in her boots reminding her they're there. With enough dancing and cute little grins, the warlock DJ scooted aside so she could dance next to him.

Now by the DJ's table, Kate could scan around the club, and easily pin-pointed out the demon with bright blue hair. She managed to catch Isabelle's attention, and made complicated hand signs to direct her to the demon. Isabelle nodded, and grabbed Jace and Alec's attention. They stalked off after the blue-haired demon. Now, only one more.

Kate scanned the crowd as she shimmied her hips to the music, pretending to be excitedly bopping along. A pair of eyes struck out most to her. They practically glowed in the dark and were that of a snake's. She could practically feel the demonic energy. Dancing away from the table, and blowing the decently attractive warlock a kiss in thanks, she drew her seraph blade from the hidden pocket in her leather jacket.

"Ramiel!" She declared. The thundering bass music drowned out her calling, but she assumed the demon got an odd sensation by the way it stiffened. The demon's human-appearing fingers twitched anxiously. Kate tucked the blade up the back of her shirt, and balanced it between her belt and her shorts. Thankful that no mundanes could see her, she bopped her way over, wearing a coy smile and winking at the demon. The demon boy drew near enough for her to draw her blade out from behind her back, and run it through his heart.

Hana appeared just seconds later, looking wide-eyed and panicked.

"Kate!" she shouted. The female Shadowhunter in question yanked her blade out of the simmering, steaming, and shriveling demon.

"What?" Kate asked, jogging over. Hana grabbed her teammates' hand and tugged her along. "You're gonna want to see this."

Jace's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the Mundane girl. Why could she see them? She had no runes, and she wasn't in any way identifiable as a Downworlder, either. No warlock glamour, faerie glamour, and she didn't give him the werewolf or vampire vibe.

The closet door swung open as Hana returned with Kate. Hana strode over to Alec, which Kate just had an odd look on her face.

"What the hell's with the Mundie chick?" she asked, snatching up a mop to wipe demon blood from her seraph blade on to.

"Is that blood?!" the Mundane girl screeched. Kate froze, her green eyes the size of saucers as she glanced between Jace and the redheaded mundane.

"That's what the hell's with the Mundie chick," Jace answered. The blue-haired demon boy suddenly jerked forward and launched himself at Jace. The blonde Shadowhunter stumbled, but managed to kick him off, throwing a dagger into his chest in the process.

"You killed him!" The redhead cried out. "Murderers!" Hana shot the Mundane girl a dirty look,

"You should be thanking us, Mundie. One less thing that could kill you in the future." The Mundane girl stumbled backwards, scrambling for something to defend herself with. Hana groaned, whilst Alec rolled his eyes and Isabelle snorted.

"Even if we weren't meant to protect mundanes, you'd still never stand a chance against us with a broom," the female Lightwood informed the ginger girl matter-of-factly. Alec sighed and restrained his sister, stating,

"That's not the point. She can still see us. Maybe we should take her back to the Institute, have Hodge look at her." Hana's head swiveled around to look at Alec,

"A mundane? Are you crazy?"

"No! I want to understand why she can see us! That's not supposed to happen, and I don't see any runes on her." Kate tuned out Alec and Hana's spat, and looked to Jace. He was staring at the redheaded girl, a look in his eyes that she couldn't quite place. The ginger girl had her mop at arm's distance away and turned her attention to the open door. Kate wasn't sure what she saw, but the moment she shouted, "In here!", was the moment the Shadowhunters from the New York Institute disappeared.

Hours after the clash at Pandemonium, Kate sat on the counter in the kitchen, a hot mug of tea in her palms. She was decked out in a t-shirt with the Beatles album cover on the front, and blue flannel pajama pants.

"There's the Katy I know and tolerate," Jace announced. Post-mission casual clothes were always Kate's favorite way of calming down from a battle, whereas Jace's was just flinging himself into another battle. Which, by this point, he was probably going to do. "I'm going to ask a favor of you, but really, we both know you're not going to say no." Kate rolled her eyes and took a long, indulgent sip of tea before commanding,

"Out with it, Wayland." Jace folded his arms over his baggy black shirt.

"I want to find the mundane girl who could see us."